And in the midst of the struggle well keep your roll of quarters,
Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars
Love reefer and love sneaker above those
Body doze, who ? give em karate blows
I hope you get writers block and struggle, on the next day you get carpal tunnel
Don't ask for trouble, cause we blow the roof off and let you crumble in the rubble/
Who cares about hearts and love
It's just textbook stuff
Go where you ain't been
From this pain and depression.
But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame
I tried to leave, but honestly i love the pain
In my peripheral, i see destruction and pain
But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game
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